America Songtext
von Bap Kennedy

I can hear them talking
From a million miles
They talk like cowboys
And I close my eyes
And slip into a dream
I wish that I could see

America, America, America


I don′t like my voice
And my clothes don't fit
And my gun belt hangs
On my skinny hips
And all I want to do
Is to be like you

This town′s in trouble
But up there somewhere
Heroes are returning
Safely to the earth
And falling back into
The place where dreams come true